tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500611876654954152024-03-05T11:33:31.927-08:00The Parsley FamilyWe may not have it all together...but together we have it alljparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.comBlogger261125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-65912046100516405602013-08-09T19:59:00.001-07:002013-08-09T19:59:58.784-07:00Summer sleepoversOne of the kid's favorite things to do is to have friends over to spend the night so we managed to squeeze in a few before we went back to school! <div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5pP7w68uy0ml-XCY4bCAbCxZ3bqjC1fGSd1DNdFxZ81x0hFby_q6WyYzYxB8XVFrB_vE0EXMdgzL0y0phSIA-I1qQ3cIlP-4PkU7nhqSHUPK5TKq_QNPYBp1SiJj-qHdSsbXavAVDVc/s640/blogger-image-1485389564.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5pP7w68uy0ml-XCY4bCAbCxZ3bqjC1fGSd1DNdFxZ81x0hFby_q6WyYzYxB8XVFrB_vE0EXMdgzL0y0phSIA-I1qQ3cIlP-4PkU7nhqSHUPK5TKq_QNPYBp1SiJj-qHdSsbXavAVDVc/s640/blogger-image-1485389564.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS42-Chwzxeen2mSnIa_NJprxM_vdKfx_fkYDoEwGStP57qvmkavb2l0szRRaQ1wDe53x-MJYSCU7a88NfchR9rSrXXu6QqFXwFRuC_H8m9VuwJWXblzuFoIXmN_0gl_HpRUsl1Qm8HVo/s640/blogger-image-650217076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS42-Chwzxeen2mSnIa_NJprxM_vdKfx_fkYDoEwGStP57qvmkavb2l0szRRaQ1wDe53x-MJYSCU7a88NfchR9rSrXXu6QqFXwFRuC_H8m9VuwJWXblzuFoIXmN_0gl_HpRUsl1Qm8HVo/s640/blogger-image-650217076.jpg"></a></div></div>jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-64683322199079435272013-08-07T14:34:00.002-07:002013-08-07T14:34:36.322-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well, our family is one week into a brand spankin' new school year. I am choosing to not think about that this year marked the LAST year of elementary school for Noah...Ugh. Didn't he just start preschool last week??? Lilly is happily into first grade, and has waited for homework her whole life... (reminds me of someone else I know...me)</div>
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The funniest thing on the first day of school. Of course Annie had to pack up her little "pack-pack" as she calls it and take it with her to drop the kids off. She traipsed dutifully into first grade, finds a cubby, hangs up her bag and sits at a desk, big as you please. </div>
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"I be fine Mom" she says in her little three year old banter. (With the paci firmly planted in her mouth)</div>
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Same thing upstairs if fourth grade. She hangs up her backpack and is sure she can work in this room. Finally, we take something to Nana in the kindergarten class and she has found herself a haven of blocks and crayons and a plethora of wonderfulness. She cried when I made her leave this time. We stopped by the library to say hello to some friends. She peeps in and says, "Hewe's my woom!" Alas, I had to remove her from school in tears. And NO I'm not sending her to PreK this year. She's my only one at home and she is going to remain my baby for a while!!! </div>
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Anyway, school is going well so far. Both kids love their teachers and are in class with some of their buddies so I hope things continue to go smoothly from here out! </div>
<br />jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-2225574132835078892013-04-04T11:24:00.000-07:002013-04-04T11:24:10.360-07:00Too much info about yours truly...My blog was nominated for an award. For what I'm not sure....but it gives me an opportunity to blab about myself and I'm sort of vain (and a touch of an over achiever) so here goes.<br />
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I was nominated by my dear sis in law who blogs at <br />
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She's beyond talented in the writing department, a mom of two beautiful kids, and we are married to brothers, but more than that, we're friends.<br />
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Per her blog my instructions are to<br />
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a) tell 11 things about myself (which could be combined with b but see description of myself above) <br />
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b) answer 11 questions from the person who nominated me<br />
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c) nominate three blogger friends (with fewer than 200 followers) and ask them 11 questions to share with us. <br />
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Got it? K.<br />
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Here are 11 random facts about me<br />
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1- I am a licensed hairdresser and own a small salon. I like doing hair, but detest the late hours and weekends<br />
2- I wanted to be a doctor my entire childhood. <br />
3-I am scared to death of snakes and needles<br />
4-I am prone to clumsiness (and by prone I mean I fall, a lot) <br />
5- I am a worrier<br />
6-I am a full time student at WKU (NOT TO BE A DOCTOR)<br />
7-I am a procrastinator<br />
8-I thrive under pressure<br />
9-I am not organanized. At all<br />
10-I probably have a mild form of adult attention deficit disorder (this isn't a joke, I probably do)<br />
11-I have never had the desire to live anywhere but a small town<br />
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And now for Kimberly's questions....<br />
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1. When you’re feeling down, what song, movie, or book is sure to chase away your blues?<br />
<i> Depends. If I'm overwhelmed and frustrated I listen to Christina Aguilera's "Fighter" I know it's about cheating or something but it makes me feel like I can kick butt. Movie I would have to say Gone with the Wind (just because I love it) and book, I'm not sure which to pick, but I'd have to say when I'm at the lowest I pick up my Bible. </i><br />
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2. What do you do when you get really angry?<br />
<i>Truthfully, I say things that I really regret later. Not proud of it, but it's the truth. And cry. </i><br />
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3. What is your least favorite food? <i> </i><br />
<i> Ham...the texture...the smell...gags me</i> <br />
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4. What character from literature or history do you wish you were more like?<br />
<i>Jesus but probably not for the reason you think. I really wish I had the ability to always see the best in people. </i> <i><br /></i><br />
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5. What is a skill you wish you had, but don’t?<br />
<i>Organization. I am seriously envious of organized people. I have made several failed attempts the key word being failed</i> <br />
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6. If you could go back and tell the seventeen-year-old you one thing, what would it be?<br />
<i>Sleep. Sleep in. Sleep late. Sleep all day, because someday you're going to have three miniature people who live with you who get up at 4 or 5 and think sleeping until 6:30 is giving you a break.</i> <br />
<i>That and all the people who think you're making a mistake marrying your high school sweetheart at 18 are WRONG. Times will be tough but you'll grow up together and almost 15 years later he's still the one. </i><br />
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7. What is the most indulgent thing you’ve ever done for yourself? <i>Spent a girl's weekend in Nashville last Christmas. Eating, laughing and shopping. We stayed up way too late in the hotel and I didn't feel one bit guilty about my poor husband tending to our kids by himself. </i><br />
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8. What’s your favorite part of your day? <i>Despite my answer to number 6 I would have to say morning (post coffee morning). I feel like it's a chance to do better than yesterday and as a Mom I'm constantly wanting a second chance.</i><br />
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9. What character trait do you most admire in people? <i>Kindness</i> <i>and gracefulness</i> <br />
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10. Do you search the house to find your presents before the big day or do you want to be surprised?<br />
<i>As a kid I searched high and low. Today, I want to be surprised. </i><br />
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11. The bad boy or the boy next door? <i>Is it ok to say "neither"? I choose country boy. Blue jeans, boots, farmer's tan, and a little dirty from working all day. </i><br />
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<i>Now for my nominees...</i><br />
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<i>Brittany at <a href="http://www.blakeandbritt.blogspot.com/">www.blakeandbritt.blogspot.com</a></i><br />
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<i>Lesley at <a href="http://www.thespainhowardfamily.blogspot.com/">www.thespainhowardfamily.blogspot.com</a></i><br />
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<i>and Nadina at <a href="http://www.kngnalexander.blogspot.com/">www.kngnalexander.blogspot.com</a></i><br />
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<i>and for my 11 Questions for these lovely ladies.</i><br />
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1) Why do you think the person who nominated you is Awesome? OK OK I"m kidding.<br />
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<i>The real questions</i><br />
<i>1) You have 24 hours to spend doing anything you choose...what do you pick? </i><br />
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<i>2) What is your best quality?</i><br />
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<i>3) What is the quality about yourself you'd most like to change?</i><br />
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<i>4) What is the most rewarding and the most challenging aspect of being a mom?</i><br />
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<i>5) Your favorite date night?</i><br />
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<i>6) What is your most vivid childhood memory?</i><br />
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<i>7) Skinny jeans....take them or leave them?</i><br />
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<i>8) What is your biggest pet peeve?</i><br />
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<i>9) One material possession you can't part with?</i><br />
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<i>10) Movie you could watch over and over?</i><br />
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<i>11) If you had to choose one statement by which you try to live your life around, what would it be?</i><br />
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With our volatile weather lately I hesitate to even post this. Going from temperatures in the seventies one day to snow the next has me in a whirlwind. However, these shots were taken a few weeks ago when the weather was warm and pretty! Maybe if I post them the warm weather will come to stay. Maybe? Oh well, Kentucky spring I guess. I won't complain too much because I know we will snap our fingers and it will be 90 and I'll be wishing for cooler temps.<br />
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This post is going to give a shout out to my wonderful friends at Creekside Creations and Crafts. (<a href="http://www.creeksidecreationsandcrafts.blospot.com/">www.creeksidecreationsandcrafts.blospot.com</a>) or you can find them on facebook. These ladies are so so sweet and talented. They keep my girls in stylish duds for all seasons and are so patient with me even when I can't make up my mind and Annie is "shopping" and disassembling their shop. Not to mention that sweet Natalie is a life long friend of my hubby's. They go way back and I might have some video of them singing together at senior banquet...but that's a story for another day. <br />
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Anyway, if you are an addict for custom clothing and monogrammed items like I am it would benefit you greatly to give these ladies a visit. They are located in Chalybeate next door to Creekside nursery. jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-10314188127459331402013-03-27T13:15:00.000-07:002013-03-27T13:19:45.002-07:00Finding out who "They" are<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm linking up with Kelly's Korner (<a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/">www.kellyskornerblog.com</a>). I have never done this so we'll see how it goes. However, she and some other mommy bloggers are doing a series that I feel passionate about so here goes.<br />
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The series this week is about playing with your kids. As a mom of three, my playtime with my kids has evolved over the years. The good Lord above saw fit to give me a sweet son as my first baby. This was nine years ago. I spend hours dreaming about the books we would read, the art projects we would do and the places we would go. Fast forward a couple of years and I found out my rough and tumble boy wanted nothing to do with Mommy's quiet books and educational games. What he did want was someone in the floor playing barn, tractors, cowboy, etc. Then he wanted to be outside. All the time, outside. Hot, cold, dirty, wet. He didn't care. He thrived outside. I'd never been an outside girl, but I learned how to be. This experience taught me, as much as anything, that this little person was not a mini me. He, however young, was a unique person who had preferences, likes and dislikes. It was my job as a Mom to facilitate him to becoming who "he" was. Not a recreation of myself in him. That was a big lesson to learn.<br />
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Fast forward a few years and I've been blessed with two daughters. At last, the time had come for quiet games and girly stuff. Trust me, that happens. But they also want to play dirt, mud, water, mess. Is it from having a big brother? Maybe, but maybe it's just the exposure to the world that they need to see it's a fun, huge, sometimes scary place.<br />
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I will be the very first to admit, sometimes I don't take the time to set aside play time with my kids. I am focused on the house, the laundry, my business and when I get a free minute many days I want to sit down with a cup of coffee and a book. Not a Barbie doll. However, I realize, as much as I realize anything, that my time with these sweet people is limited. There are a limited number of years when the most important request to them is to play Candyland with me. I am still striving to learn to live in the moment. The moments I have with them. <br />
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As I thought about this series I thought back on my memories of playing with my mom. My mom is outdoorsy. She is active. But guess what? My memories of playing with my mom are reading books for hours. My mom doesn't read much now. We played school. We played office. We played "quiet" games that to me were loads of fun. It has taken me 32 years to realize that she let me play what I wanted. She was a young mom and didn't have access to "mommy blogs" to give her ideas about "centers" and "busy bags". She took the cue from her child and went with what I wanted to do. I can't recall anything elaborate or expensive toys. But I can vividly remember spending hours playing with her and I never remember thinking she was bored or wanted "time to herself". As a mom myself, I realize she probably did want time to herself and probably got tired of spending hours playing school. But I never knew it. I knew that I was loved and my mom was my best friend and wanted to play with me.<br />
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If I can give my three children any of these memories....then I will have done something right. jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-45194820801223041132013-03-27T12:32:00.000-07:002013-03-27T12:32:12.476-07:00My BelovedOnce upon a time I had maybe six regular readers who have all since become majorly disenchanted with my lack of updating this blog. Forgive me. I would promise to do better but that's probably um a LIE. I will not even attempt to catch up on the family things...birthdays, Christmas, etc. Just know it's been fun and it's been busy. Busy being the operative word here. But really in a household with three kids a dog, two cats, a husband and wife....well you get the picture.<br />
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One thing that you should probably know is that due to my lack of spare time I have enrolled full time in WKU to finish my degree. Yes because I am crazy. In all seriousness, it has haunted me for a long time that the chapter of my life then was left "unfinished". Would I change a thing now? NO. Working as a hairdresser and then opening a photo studio allowed to me be a stay at home mom for 9 years. I have been present for every important event of my kids lives and I wouldn't change a thing. Looking back on Noah's toddlerhood, before we found out the severity of his health issues, if he hadn't been close to me, it's very possible he wouldn't be with me today. And for that I am thankful. For nine years my family has been commited to me staying home with the kids. This entailed me doing the mom thing all day, while Trav was the engineer. He came home at 4:30 at which time I turned parenting duties over to him and I either went to the salon or the studio. It worked. For a long time it worked. But now 2/3's of my kids are in school and I feel pulled to BE HERE for them at night. For suppers. For baths. For talks about their friends. For questions. I feel in every cell of my being they need me here. Just as much as they needed me at home when they were babies. So to make a short story longer, I am trying my best to finish my teaching degree. The advent of technology is allowing me to do the bulk of my work at home via the internet and attend class on campus one full day a week. Yes it is hectic. Yes I drink a lot of coffee. But at the end of the day, I feel like it is the best for my family. I love to do hair. I love to be in the studio. But the reality is that those are jobs that people depend on after THEY get off work and on Saturdays. The other reality is that we are living in a fragile economy and I need some stability that doesn't require being self employed. <br />
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Am I dead set on getting a full time job when I graduate? Not sure. At that time all of my littles will be in school. So maybe. But maybe I will sub. I don't know what the future holds. We shall see. jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-8233826873547577962012-11-14T05:32:00.001-08:002012-11-14T05:32:52.058-08:00Tumble townLil has taken dance since she was three but this year the class times didn't work out for a brand new kindergartener! So we decided to give gymnastics a whirl!<br />
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She went yesterday with Maggie and Stephanie to try it out and reported she "wants to go back!". <br />
Thanks steph for taking care of my girl and for the pics! <br />
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But... In the end it's worth it. I have been blessed to stay home with my children...I haven't missed any of their little milestones along the way. When they are sick they've stayed with me or daddy and I have got to share countless stories, class parties, ball games and dance classes. <br />
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Today was the kids first day of school. Noah went upstairs this morning to the big third grade and my little princess started her first year of Kindergarten. They are both in classes with some of their good friends and I hope they both have fabulous school years. <br />
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It has been very quiet around the house today, but little Annie is making sure that I stay busy!!! jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-79651958513383779232012-06-27T22:43:00.001-07:002012-06-27T22:43:30.462-07:00Reds win the TournamentNoah has played baseball since he was four years old. He started out very little playing t ball and spent a lot of time picking dandelions in the outfield and seeing how much dirt he could kick up with his cleats. However, every year we've seen improvements and the past two years he has become quite the little baseball player. <br />
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Travis has volunteered to help coach his team the past two seasons and this year they worked really hard as a team and improved a lot over the season. <br />
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The final game of the tournament was so close. In the last inning we were down by two runs and we had two outs. With two runners on base Noah is up to bat. He strikes twice and had two balls and kept fouling. Then he managed to hurt his shin and I honestly didn't think he could run. BUT his very last pitch he hits a good hit toward right field and manages to run into first base. He hit the other two runners in and our team won the tournament!!! This was such a big deal for us, and I hope I never forget the memory of his Daddy picking him up on his shoulder and running him off the field. I did have my camera but I was jumping up and down and yelling so much I didn't get a picture!!!! It was a great night!jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-43552480877432690872012-06-22T12:25:00.000-07:002012-06-22T12:25:58.870-07:00Did I mention we Bleed BLUE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4mmjoypv7QaykusBYsS1ezAmApzjOnYGCnyk1BX04218wDMvTTmzwMCCS6TZBIGi-QQTISyKKpKg3Rub6i9AbHlej8TLPbAC0LxPXJpEfKDoduOnv8MwGMLgCuSk9y8OePCSl28Lp1EI/s1600/IMG_0352+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4mmjoypv7QaykusBYsS1ezAmApzjOnYGCnyk1BX04218wDMvTTmzwMCCS6TZBIGi-QQTISyKKpKg3Rub6i9AbHlej8TLPbAC0LxPXJpEfKDoduOnv8MwGMLgCuSk9y8OePCSl28Lp1EI/s400/IMG_0352+copy.jpg" width="400" /></a> Have I mentioned that we happen to be <span style="color: blue;">UK fans</span> in our little neck of the woods? Umm...yes. Noah and his dear old Dad got to go to a coach Calipari UK basketball camp today. This is Noah's group posing with Coach Cal and the <span style="color: blue;">NCAA 2012 trophy</span>.<br />
We had this camp planned for quite awhile. It was Noah's reward for working so hard in Second grade and getting straight a's and perfect attendance. Travis was just a little pumped too....<br />
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Noah had worked alot over the last few months and saved up a little stash of cash. Which he used today to buy a Natl Champions Basketball and stand that Coach then signed for him. It's displayed proudly in his room. With threats to his baby sisters if they even dare to breath on it. HA! Travis also came home sporting an autograph on his trusty UK hat. He was a little starstruck I think... </div>
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And because we're all friends here we're going to pretend that I have been faithfully updating my blog...and I didn't miss lots of milestones like...halloween and Christmas 2011...K? Good...jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-54084454500813103592011-10-30T20:37:00.000-07:002011-10-30T20:39:34.512-07:0016 Years16 years ago I met this guy...<br />
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and I never looked back...<br />
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The contraption in the photo above, my friends, is what is known as a <em>baby sling</em>. It is what one uses when they <em><strong>have more children than they have hands, like me</strong></em>, (except my biggest baby is not in the picture and would protest being referred to as a baby) or when one needs to haul their giant sized cup of coffee with them to the annual fair day parade (also see photo above) Please see photo above while ignoring my seriously unstyled hair...<br />
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In all seriousness, Travis makes tons of fun of me everytime I haul out the baby sling. (this one is from Seven Slings but I also have one from Hotslings that is great too.) He starts mumbling something about "kangaroos" and such but I just ignore him and go on. Annie is very VERY attached to me and sometimes I need my hands free to do other things (like attend to Lil) and the sling allows her to be carried around constantly. I can vacuum the house, fold laundry, whatever. <br />
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BUT the handiest is at the grocery. See logistically, if Lil is in the cart and so is Annie, there is no where to put the GROCERIES...but if Lil is in the cart and Annie is in the sling...voila' room to put the milk and the bacon and the....well you get the picture. <br />
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Yeah for baby slings...yay for baby wearing...yay for happy babies in general<br />
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You were warned....As a mother of three I have next to no time to watch television. Granted, I catch many hours of Sesame Street, Dora and the like, but to sit down and watch a show without animated characters doesn't happen very often. <br />
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However, for some reason, my babies seem to go to bed early on Sunday evenings after the business of the weekends and I sometimes catch an episode of some random show. I just so happened to catch an episode of Brothers and Sisters on ABC about a year ago when a hurried stressed out mom encouraged her daughter to pack a peanut butter sandwich to school. When the daughter piped up that her school was nut free the mom just said in passing, "oh tell them it's soy butter." Not cool ABC. As a mom of a severely peanut allergic child and who benefits greatly from a nut free campus at his FANTASTIC school, an event like this could cause a great deal of harm to a child like mine. <br />
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So that irked me but I got over it. <br />
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Then Brothers and Sisters had another inappropriate comment about food allergies in an episode I didn't catch, but I did read an article about it. Seriously? Again? why are food allergies now considered free for all in the world of TV?<br />
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BUT...nothing in my opinion topped a few minutes of a show I caught on Wednesday night. All the kids were sick this week, as was Travis, so I had sat down in the recliner to try to coax Annie to sleep. In the opening minutes of the show "Happy Endings" there was a scene were a girl told her friends about her being severely allergic to shellfish, another boy said that he was...long story short...the girl got a shellfish slung on her and her "friend" said he lied about being allergic. All the while, another friend, jabbed her in the leg with an epipen and then rolled back over to watch TV. This makes me seriously angry because the whole segment was obviously meant to be very funny. As a Mom who has had to administer epinephrine to her small son on more than one occasion I can assure you, the instances in which that medication is necessary is anything but comical.<br />
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Not to mention that the show depicted the medication being given totally incorrectly. And anytime epi is administered the person needs to be taken (preferably by ambulance) to the closest ER.<br />
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I suppose in the grand scheme of things this is not a huge deal, but it just saddens me that an issue that is of huge concern to some children and adults alike is for some reason funny in today's society.<br />
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I can't imagine that a television show would poke fun at someone with another life threatening chronic condition and rightly so. So why is it funny that someone would be extremely allergic to a food? Do you realize that "allergic" doesn't have to mean just coughing and sneezing. It can mean some serious things like your body going into anaphylactic shock. Epinephrine is meant to be a LIFE SAVING medication and if not administered quickly enough the results can be fatal. <br />
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Just another reason for me to pass on by the night time shows airing on ABC. There are plenty of other moral reasons that I don't watch alot of those shoes, but stepping on the toes of people who suffer from a very real condition is just another one. jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-40297581598796446022011-09-23T05:44:00.000-07:002011-09-23T05:44:31.923-07:00<strong>This.week.</strong><br />
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Sweet.Baby.Croup.Ear Infection.Sore.Throat.Fever.Cutting Molars.<br />
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<em>Not.Fun.At.All.</em><br />
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<em>Poor Annie</em>jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-50686479195082939812011-09-07T19:39:00.000-07:002011-09-07T19:39:20.913-07:00Not afraid to Use itNoah has a shot gun which he loves. I mean loves...however, he doesn't get to shoot it very much because he needs more than one adult preferably to supervise and both girls must be occupied in the house. But on Labor Day, Nana and Papa came over for chili and a hot dog roast. Lil was napping and Annie was occupied with Nana so Noah Thomas finagled Travis and Papa into taking him out shooting. Their target, a watermelon which got a little too ripe in the previously hot week.<br />
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Poor unsuspecting watermelon...<br />
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Then it was my turn...Dad and Travis totally didn't think I could hit it<br />
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They were wrong jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-23196188035618518532011-09-01T10:37:00.000-07:002011-09-01T10:37:17.386-07:00Sometimes I wonder...As a Mom with a third baby who is just learning to walk, I watch her take her steps. Sometimes she's steady and sure of where she is going and she gets there with no troubles. Sometimes, she loses her balance, falls, and pulls her self right back up with no help from me. Sometimes she falls and I don't interfere even though she struggles a little, and I know that she will get back up on her own and it will make her stronger, more sure of herself. Sometimes, though, sometimes, she loses sight of where she is heading falls, gets up, falls again, and out of frustration she starts to cry and reaches for me to help pick her up.<br />
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Even though she could pick her self up again, sometimes, she just needs mommy or daddy's arms to pick her back up and tell her it is ok and she can do it. <br />
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It sometimes astounds me how much love I have for my children. And then I think about the fact that my heavenly father loves me even more than than.<br />
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It's hard for me to comprehend and I lose sight of it sometimes. <br />
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But I know that God knows my every step before I even take it. And he is with me when I fall, even when I get up and move ahead. <br />
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Sometimes when I fall (or fail) I feel like he is watching me, knowing that I am faltering, but that I will learn my lesson through my failures. As a Mother, sometimes I watch my children try the same thing over and over and experience failure over and over, and I wonder to myself, why won't they just try my way? instead of having so much trouble. Then I wonder if God doesn't feel the same way with his children. He sees us try our ways time and time again, when if we would come his way our paths are so much simpler. <br />
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But sometimes, when I fall and and feel like I can't get back up, that's when I can feel him picking me back up. And you know what? No matter what, no matter how many times I have fallen, everytime I reach for him, he's <strong>always there. </strong>jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-3783237840225517802011-08-31T05:47:00.000-07:002011-08-31T05:52:43.845-07:00Thanks Bub<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7Cuus1DIb0QFjiocNw5NJvMgZPsns8Ct6UJuLZbBz3BSALb3ratPNmj2Mu9Fv-zqkHFEm8zfb6rNEtCmaMLocNRHKlAxv5hRkQ_MSFRVXQQgF0CPqT_E8ZcnmkP01nX-MBRKcvi-y48/s1600/IMG_5007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647002148798732562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7Cuus1DIb0QFjiocNw5NJvMgZPsns8Ct6UJuLZbBz3BSALb3ratPNmj2Mu9Fv-zqkHFEm8zfb6rNEtCmaMLocNRHKlAxv5hRkQ_MSFRVXQQgF0CPqT_E8ZcnmkP01nX-MBRKcvi-y48/s400/IMG_5007.JPG" /></a>
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<br /><div>My seven year old already thinks he is way too smart for his silly mother. He overheard me telling someone about how Annie is not a great sleeper at night.</div>
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<br /><div>When we got home, he looked at me very seriously, blinked a few times, straightened up his little glasses and said, "Mom, Annie is just<strong> nocturnal, </strong>that means she doesn't sleep at night."</div>
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<br /><div><em>Thanks Noah, Yes I am aware of what Nocturnal means. </em></div>
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<br /><div>So does that mean if she could sleep hanging upside down from a tree branch like a tiny fruit bat she would sleep? Hmmm... OK you know I am just kidding, <em>well pretty much</em>...</div>
<br />jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-13756671956703931292011-08-30T08:29:00.000-07:002011-08-30T08:35:07.887-07:00AwesomeI'm pretty sure I am a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ROCK STAR</span> and didn't realize it...
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<br />My room is often trashed (albeit by <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">sippy</span> cups and toys) but trashed no less
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<br />There could easily be a broken lamp or table leg thrown in the mix
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<br />I am followed by a group of (tiny) roadies who will scream or cry for my attention if necessary and often cheer when I enter a room
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<br />Said roadies emulate everything I do...dress like me, wanna wear my makeup, etc etc
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<br />You can often find me in the morning with blurry blood shot eyes, tousled hair, toting a ridiculously large coffee mug
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<br />I am often up till the wee hours of the morning "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">rockin</span>" with a little party animal who has no regard to the noise level that is appropriate for that hour of the night
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<br />See? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Rock star</span>...
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<br />Now...where's my <strong>entourage?</strong>
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<br /><strong>PS...<em>the first one of you who leaves a comment referring to the fact that I am also 30 and refusing to cut my ridiculously long hair...you're off the list...HA!!! </em></strong>
<br />jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-41500956464379457062011-08-09T12:08:00.000-07:002011-08-09T12:12:20.509-07:00So Glad to Know...I'm not the only Mommy who uses her remaining brain power for really important things like making up stories and playing tea party...and doesn't waste her remaining brain cells on things like remembering where she parked her car.
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<br />I am the proud owner of a Silver Honda Pilot. Which yesterday happened to be parked directly across the parking lot from another Silver Honda Pilot.
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<br />I came out of the store and stood at my vehicle pressing my unlock button repeatedly and wondering why it wouldn't unlock and where did that license plate come from.
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<br />Ironically enough, there was another Mommy across the parking lot, pointing her key ring at MY silver pilot and wondering why it wouldn't unlock.
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<br />HA! We realized what we were doing at the same time and shared a good laugh.
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<br />Two words...Mommy brain
<br />jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-60245062973505473182011-08-04T18:42:00.000-07:002011-08-04T18:46:41.208-07:00FYIDid you know that in the amount of time it takes to answer the telephone a three year old girl can scale up a shelf in the pantry and retreive an entire large container of HOT PINK sparkling decoration sugar and proceed to spill the ENTIRE contents on the kitchen table and hardwood floor? <br /><br />Did you also know that you would still have sugar crystals stuck to your feet even after you have swept, vacuumed, and mopped? <br /><br />Did you also know that such sugar attracts ants? Also before said sugar is cleaned up, mysteriously mandarin organge syrup would be dripped down the steps. <br /><br />Yes, it's a fact. A mess that takes 10 seconds to make can take a day and a half to clean up! HA! <br /><br />Why yes, it's been a fun day here, why do you ask? <br /><br />Good night all! Just keepin' it real!jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-64113928973821657552011-08-02T09:12:00.000-07:002011-08-02T09:20:35.509-07:00Help me Out...(Pretty Please)Hey friends...<br />I went to a great photo seminar in Nashville the other night and we did tons of new baby stuff. Problem is I need to print a few new ads with the new baby stuff and I need some newborns (less than 7 days old!) to do some quick sessions to use for a fall baby ad...<br /><br />which brings me to the help part...if you are interested in your baby being a model for the ads, and would like to participate and you have a newborn or are due to deliver anytime before mid September leave me a comment with your email address and I'll send you some info.<br /><br />I promise I will make this worth your time and effort! (hint..free stuff)<br /><br />Second favor (sorry last one..I think) While at Nashville, I picked up a couple new backdrops and one I am wanting to do some sample shoots on would be perfect for a little boy less that 3...denim, cute hats, barefoot, easy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">peasy</span>...no fancy outfits, just a few minutes of your time and it will be fun. <br /><br />Thanks a million guys, and please only respond if you are OK with me using your child's photos in some email newsletters and some postcards (obviously their name, etc. will not be used!)jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350061187665495415.post-26993493165264391682011-07-30T11:52:00.000-07:002011-07-30T12:01:31.742-07:00Annie is One!Ann Elizabeth turned one last Sunday on July 24<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> and we celebrated with a little hot pink and zebra party. She had a fun time at her party and did eat a little bit of cake...not much mind you, too messy, but enough to say it was her birthday cake.<br />Because of the other kids and the history of severe food allergies, we start new foods with Annie very very slowly, and up until now she has not been exposed to cow's milk, so I made and decorated her cake with no milk, no eggs, and no nuts. She tolerates soy fine so we made substitutions using soy milk and the cake was great. <br />Annie has not had her 12 month checkup yet so I"m not sure on all the statistics but here are a few facts about Little Sis at 1 year.<br /><br />Annie wears some 9 months clothing and some 12 months.<br />She has 6 teeth and 2 more cutting through (four on top two on bottom)<br />She is very petite, and wears a size 3 diaper.<br />She still doesn't sleep through the night.<br />Is still exclusively breastfed, and also is starting some table foods. (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">PLain</span> veggies, cereals, crackers, etc)<br />Did get to try out a plain hamburger from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">McDonalds</span> and though it was delightful!<br />Says Mama, Dada, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bubby</span>, Kitty, something that sounds like Lilly, git, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">byebye</span>,<br />Is very timid and tenderhearted<br />Is scared of many animals and several stuffed animals.<br />Looks very <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">similar</span> to Noah at 12 months but is much smaller than he was.<br />She still has a few issues with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">eczema</span> on her elbows, wrists, knees, but not bad at all.<br />She is a generally happy sweet baby, and loves to be held and rocked and packed and spoiled!<br />Loves her brother and sister and is very interested in everything they do.<br />Loves Daddy but is very much a Mommy's girl at heart.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU1z-NxL9ggfojRMHDqJj_OZ0erYrk7QmfJgYkHEpmbv0NddGuVzpNOqFvH8fwj-oJxSED2xD3thoHkxuu1bnD_fayRrWqZpLyxZL_YEha4VQwVlnYvfshCVWXGQ7996gVWGpg11EQmYQ/s1600/annie1bday-96.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635220537498689282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU1z-NxL9ggfojRMHDqJj_OZ0erYrk7QmfJgYkHEpmbv0NddGuVzpNOqFvH8fwj-oJxSED2xD3thoHkxuu1bnD_fayRrWqZpLyxZL_YEha4VQwVlnYvfshCVWXGQ7996gVWGpg11EQmYQ/s400/annie1bday-96.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>jparsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14756432958400161267noreply@blogger.com2